Fir hum vha se chale gye or sham me mai uske ghar gya uski mummy ko mai aunty bulata tha, aunty b ghar p hi thi, ab vo mujhe dur s baithe baithe flyin... kisses deti rehti thi, ab hum bahane se ek dusre k ghar aate jate rehte or moka milte hi ek dusre ko smooch kiya karte, coz hume 10 -15 min hi mil pate the akele me…But ek din vo aayi to ghr p koi nahi tha mere parents mkt gye the jo ki half hr se pehle aane vale nahi the…Us din maine pehli bar uski salwar ko utara vo bed p leti hui thi or usne. Kerry looked worried. "mum, you haven't given me your stuff have you?"I couldn't wear your undies mum, I couldn't." he protested."Look, I'll unfold them and then you can decide for yourself," explainedFiona as she flicked open the undies and top.The undies were just like his cotton briefs except that it was a highercut and the elastic was thin and flat, and there wasn't any reinforcementin the front. They looked acceptable thought Kerry, no-one would pick itat a casual glance, and who would. "Our lips touched. For a second, we just held each other in that position, and then our lips started to grind. Tongues dashed out only to collide with one another, and then kissed and made up. I traced the undersides of her tongue, tickling the pink flesh until she gripped me harder. My daughter was no amateur either - she scratched every nook and cranny inside my mouth with her tongue, before swapping some of her sweet saliva with mine. We toyed around with the substance for some more time,. "No!" she gasped. "What? You? Sweet little Claire Bonneville?!" She leaned, as if she might be in the act of falling over because paralysis had gripped her shapely body. Then control returned and she leaned close to her friend. "With who?" she gasped."It's not like that," groaned Claire. "Not like you think, anyway." Don't you dare tell me you cheated on your husband and then tell me it's not what I think!" said Cindy, who seemed to be trying to frown and grin at the same time. "Come on. Give..